Growing up Catholic it was definitely implied we shouldn’t necessarily pray for small things. Prayers were to be siphoned out intentionally for major requests. A sick parent, financial hardship, or other types of significant anguish. Especially the suffering of others. This was the mindset I grew up with. There were rules when it came to…

In the fall just before school would start at St. Luke’s Elementary School, my mom would take me shopping. Shoe shopping that is. The only kinda apparel shopping Catholic school kids are gifted with. The big decision each year???? Saddle shoes or Mary Janes? My mom loved it. She adored the uniform life. Me, not…

The crisp fall air peeks out this morning while I ride around the outside ring. My mentor yells to me as I trot closer to her and she laughs. “Sometimes what I have to tell you is more important than what you are trying to tell me,” she says. I have been more than honest…

I am at the barn. The morning sun is just beginning to get intense. I untack Rhythm. He is the sweetest of horses. It is obvious he was more than well loved by his first owner and now equally as loved in his new home. I walk him across the street to graze a bit.…

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